Evan
The party had come to an end. It had been a good night, even with the issues between Brooke and me. I am in the middle of saying goodbye to everyone until something catches my attention. I spot Brooke leaving with the barman. She is wasted. There is no way in hell I’m letting her leave with him while she is so damn drunk.
She barely even knows the guys, and neither do I. He might be a good guy, but I refuse to allow her to put herself at risk. And if she is still okay enough to know what she wants, she will regret it in the morning.
I rush over to them and stand in front of them, blocking their path to leave.
“Excuse us,” he says.
“No. I am not allowing my drunken best friend to go home with some guy she just met.” I state firmly.
I am overprotective of her. I always have b
